After we struck oil we invented the tractor and got our work done in short order. With so much free time on our hands we developed a hobby. Some of us were good with math and others liked to blow off bottle rockets in the backyard.
When those kids grew up, they started working together as a team to pull off stunts like, collecting comet dust. Most folks thought it was simply cool that we could send a robot off into space and have it return. Others were still engaged in drive by shootings and wanted those federal funds diverted to cure social ills amongst teenagers who were experimenting with intelligent design in the back seat of their cars with a 6-pack of lite.
Those same kids who are persuaded by everything fed to them by the media became suspicious. The newspaper pundits and Tv talking heads had to put a spin on the NASA story to avert anarchy. As long as a question remains unanswered, there is hope for a future and the "origins of the Universe" will remain a well kept secret.
So, with your extra money and free time, you bought a computer. Meanwhile, you are asked to go downtown and identify the pasty-white face of your neighbor who couldn't think of anything else to do with his talent other than tinker in a meth lab.